i just scrolled through every photograph that i’ve taken that’s stored on moby.com.
a lot of photographs…
and it made me realize that although touring is exciting it’s not nearly as nice as being at home.
some of the photos(such as being exhausted in a foreign city with jet-lag)made me recoil in a pavlovian way.
not complaining, mind you. just saying that it’s nice to look at pictures from a time when i might not have been at my happiest and realize that i get to sleep in my own bed tonight.
home is nice.
moby
